Chapter 1: Teenagers
AN: hi and hello again, here is the seconf installment of DMTHGF!
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, well, today im borrowing them :)
The boys and girls in the clique/The awful names that they stick /You're never gonna fit in much kid/But if you're troubled and hurt/What you got under your shirt/Will make them pay for the things that they did/They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me/They couldn't care less as long as someone'll bleed/So darken your clothes/Or strike a violent pose/Maybe they'll leave you alone/But not me
"We meet back in high school, I was a junior, and she was a sophomore. Her and her family had just moved into town. She had a younger brother, kid was a freakin' genius, but anyway, it was the middle of the school year when they arrived…"
Eliot was leaning against the wall of the school, looking out at the swarm of kids clamoring to enter the building, when a car pulled up. It was a nice car, sleek black, it looked like an Impala, but Eliot wasn't too sure of the year; out from the Impala climbed two kids, a girl and a boy.
The boy couldn't have been more than twelve and was a midget, roughly 4'6", he had dark brown hair that was shaggy and had a slight curl to it. He was wearing clothes that were slightly larger than his small frame and carried a backpack over his left shoulder that looked worse for the wear. Next to him was a blonde, she was tall, roughly 5'5" or 5'6". Her hair was cut short, ending right at her chin with bangs that swept over her left eye. Her jeans were worn a torn, slightly baggy and faded, the AC/DC shirt she wore was a size or two too big, over that she adorned a leather jacket, dark brown, and on her feet, a pair of combat boots. She carried a messenger bag on one shoulder that had band patches sown on it. Both kids were looking up at the building with a look of worry and apprehension.
Deanna sighed looking up at the building, exhaustion marring her face, dark bags hung under bright green eyes, her blonde hair hung limp around her face from a lack of wash.
"Well, here we are Sammy, another boring school," De sighed shifting the bag on her shoulder.
Sam sighed looking down with a kicked puppy look, "…This sucks…"
De sighed running her fingers through her hair, "I know, hopefully, this doesn't last long."
Sam snorted and gave her one of his famous bitch-faces, "Riiight."
"Shut up bitch, c'mon, let's go find the office," Deanna said walking toward the building.
"Wait up jerk!" Sam called out, running after his big sister.